May 1st, 2012


[links] Link salad chows down on good, corn-fed Midwestern beef

For sale – but Who would buy 22 Tardises? — Heh. (Via Gene S.)

Business English: Useful, yes. But mandatory? — (Snurched from Scrivener's Error.)

Marilyn Beaver — Art project cum fundraiser (and generalize weirdness) courtesy of my aunt, who is a ringleader.

Insights From the Youngest Minds — Cognitive psychology and infants.

Supercomputing Power Could Pave the Way to Energy-Efficient Engines

100 Days and Counting to NASA's Curiosity Mars Rover Landing

The Downfall of IBM — Ah, business. The wisdom of markets. (Via [info]danjite.)

Running against a party, not an opponent[T]he president is "discovering the one benefit of a Republican Congress dominated by true believers," by "making the crazy work for him."

Politicizing Bin Laden’s deathSome members of the GOP say Bin Laden's death shouldn't be used for politics, but it’s part of a new 7-minute Obama campaign video. Right. I can really respect the GOP's moral and intellectual leadership on this issue because no Republican ever used Osama bin Laden, or terrorism in general, for political purposes.

The Republicans Are Burning Down the House of Democracy — It's helpful when Your Liberal Media occasionally takes note of political reality.

?otd: What's the best thing you ate last week?

Writing time yesterday: 3.5 hours (2.0 hours and 4,600 words on Their Currents Turn Awry, 1.5 hours on WRPA)
Body movement: 60 minute suburban walk
Hours slept: 6.25 (fitful)
Weight: n/a
Currently reading: The Blade Itself Joe Abercrombie


[writing] Back on Their Currents Turn Awry

I managed to bang out 4,600 words on Their Currents Turn Awry yesterday. I was feeling a little uneasy about my days-long hiatus from working on the book, though I recognize logically enough that the combination of the port removal surgery and the fourth anniversary of my cancer was deeply distracting.

It's good to slip back into the headspace of the characters. My sense of muddling has receded from where it was a week or two ago, and I am definitely on the downhill run toward wrapping this first draft of Sunspin's second volume. I'm also definitely at the stage of thinking, "This is stupid, no one's going to want to read this tripe." In other words, situation normal for this author.

I started reading Joe Abercrombie's The Blade Itself a couple of days ago. Man, is he hard on his characters. Everything is fast and difficult from page one. Sunspin isn't like that. I'm moving a different kind of pace, more deliberate. So at the moment, Joe is making me feel inadequate. Like I want to say to myself, "Quick, kill somebody!" Except this is a different book.

It's funny how we look to others. I believe I'm a perfectly good writer who sometimes can trend towards great. (I have to believe that, otherwise I'd never sit down at a keyboard.) Yet there are so many ways to go about this. “There are nine and sixty ways / Of constructing tribal lays / And every single one of them is right." And when I've chosen one path, all those other paths look so much more attractive.

Sort of like when you order the chicken parmigiana and then salivate over every other dish that comes out of the restaurant kitchen.

Ah, writing. Insecurity must really be part of the process.